Me: "please, dear god, please tell me Rakiel isn't that stupid"

Rakiel: "Hi! Please summon the princess to my personal chambers in the middle of the night for ~physical therapy~. After all, its best done at night :)"

Me:

わーってる “I understand” confirmed with my tutor lol, Bakugou is saying he understands what Midoriya is trying to say so it’s okay to rest (context). A little self indulgent Drabble 💚🧡 unedited

And just like in the fight with Shigaraki, Bakugou’s legs moved on their own. “Oi! Oi!” He shot forward and caught Midoriya before he could fall, “Baka,” and chastised, but with no anger or disgust in his tone. It was simply a relief to have him back. Bakugou instantly noted not just the man’s appearance and need of a bath, but the weight in his arms. He was used to Midoriya being lighter than him, but not since he’d gained OFA— and that stung just a little.

“Idiot,” he mumbled, “you haven’t been eating, have you?” It was rhetorical considering Bakugou already knew the answer. He just wanted to get the man back to school and cook him whatever he wanted— and throw him in a shower, maybe even chain him to a wall. But, anything to not think about how far his friend had fallen.

“You got him?” Kirishima asked, knowing his friends injuries were reopened.

“I got him,” Bakugou growled back and hoisted Midoriya into his arms, legs over one arm and back resting on the other. He pulled the man close so his head leaned against his chest. So… light… it sent a ghost pain through his heart worse than the real pain of his injuries. He was the one who’d pushed people away. This need to protect without other’s help— did Midoriya learn some of that from him? If he had treated this man like a friend sooner, would that have made a difference? It was a guilt that he’ll carry for the rest of their lives.

“Ka—cchan?” Midoriya mumbled. “You don’t have to carry me.”

“Welcome back from the dead. And tough shit, you can barely stand.”

“You’re hurt.”

“So are you, so zip it small fry.” He watched as Midoriya’s eyes rolled back and widened a few times as the man fought to wake up. “Oi, just rest a few minutes damn it!”

“Sorry, Kacchan.”